Serena mostly comes by the horses to visit, to fill the void in her life since she left her beloved gray back in North Carolina. She hasn't ridden yet, though, despite having the go ahead from her doctor here. George Jr. is close enough to four months old, she's well and truly healed from the surgery that brought him into the world but she still finds herself hesitating. From somewhere comes an irrational fear that after all of this, she'll never ride the same way again.

And if she can't do that, she can't quite figure out what she's good for.

At least when she's spending time with the animals here she doesn't think so much about what she's lacking. There's something peaceful about being around the mares and geldings, even if she mostly just watches and pets them. Today, her son is being cared for and so she finds herself ready to enquire about leasing a horse or even becoming a stablehand. She's working out the details in her own mind when she hears a voice, pulling her out of her distracted reverie.

"Would anyone mind if I did?"